Another humdrum work day has ended at my dead-end job. I was passed over, yet again, for a promotion. I trudged through the parking lot in the cold rain, got into my car, pushed the gear shift lever from park to begin the journey home. Finally, I made it to the small garden apartment complex where I lived. There was a box sitting in front of my door. I looked at the box, it was addressed to Madeline Prince in 1C; I lived in 1D. I went to 1C and knocked on the door. A beautiful, older woman resembling Eartha Kitt wearing a headscarf and flowy looking dress answered.

"I just know things, dear." She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a necklace made of a leather strip with a charm on it. "Wear this. You'll get the results you're looking for," she smiled, knowingly.

"Yeah, right." I put the charm in my pocket and left. What a kooky old bat!

When I got to work the next day, everyone was standing around talking, some were crying. I went over to Marilyn, the receptionist, who's a mean gossip.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear? Erika Myers was killed in an auto accident this morning."

Erika and I were competing for the same promotion. She landed it; now she was dead. I fingered the charm around my neck and remembered what Madeline said. No, surely not, I thought.